Post by .::TemariWolf::. on Sept 22, 2006 17:43:36 GMT -5
The fourteen-year-old chuunin sat in one of the highest trees standing next to her small home. As the harsh wind blew across her face, her red hair whipped the branches she lay against. She sighed lonesomely, a million thoughts crossing her mind.
Sheai had always been her best friend since they were children. Now it seemed they were growing apart. Sheai seemed to think that Hinako was becoming meaner, for whatever reason. But Hinako was never one that liked to talk, and didn't like to be the center of attention. Hinako had admitted to being snappy and self-centered at times, but she had her reasons, which nobody, except her small family, knew and understood.
A few years back, when Hinako was only four years old, a dreadful sickness had devastated her closely-knit family. Her grandparents lost their memory, and were overcome by a harsh tiredness and drowsiness nearly every day. They became weaker, until both her grandparents (the grandmother and grandfather that were still alive at the time) died from the illness. Nobody could find what the unfortunate cause was for this, but Hinako's father got the same problem.
This was very hard for Hinako, seeing her family die one by one. Her father got sick a few years after her grandparents had died. He had seemed to have recovered mostly from it, but when a team of thieves robbed their house and attempted to go into Hinako's room, her father came after the men with his katana, but they turned around quickly and killed him in a flash.
Hinako had been shocked, and horrified to find her father lying dead on the floor outside her room. Her mother cried for days, and her aunt and uncle planned a funeral to have a few days later. Hinako had never gotten over this event, as if it wasn't bad enough to lose her grandparents.
Only eleven years old at the time, she was just beginning to learn about the ways of the ninja. Her mother had taught her a few things, and Hinako took her father's katana for her weapon. She promised herself she would never lose the thing her father had prized so much.
Nobody was sure where the murderers of her father were at the time. But her mother had caught a glimpse of them running out of the house that night, and she said one of them had a white handkerchief across his neck, and short black hair. Hinako had promised her family that she'd train enough to kill these people by herself if she had to.
Hinako ran her hand over the black katana-'case' hanging across her back. "I'll never lose it..." she mumbled to herself, a determined look on her face. "... not even after I destroy them..." she said, watching for someone, anyone, to talk to.
(Man, that really sucks for Hinako! Somebody had better come try to cheer her up!)
Sheai had always been her best friend since they were children. Now it seemed they were growing apart. Sheai seemed to think that Hinako was becoming meaner, for whatever reason. But Hinako was never one that liked to talk, and didn't like to be the center of attention. Hinako had admitted to being snappy and self-centered at times, but she had her reasons, which nobody, except her small family, knew and understood.
A few years back, when Hinako was only four years old, a dreadful sickness had devastated her closely-knit family. Her grandparents lost their memory, and were overcome by a harsh tiredness and drowsiness nearly every day. They became weaker, until both her grandparents (the grandmother and grandfather that were still alive at the time) died from the illness. Nobody could find what the unfortunate cause was for this, but Hinako's father got the same problem.
This was very hard for Hinako, seeing her family die one by one. Her father got sick a few years after her grandparents had died. He had seemed to have recovered mostly from it, but when a team of thieves robbed their house and attempted to go into Hinako's room, her father came after the men with his katana, but they turned around quickly and killed him in a flash.
Hinako had been shocked, and horrified to find her father lying dead on the floor outside her room. Her mother cried for days, and her aunt and uncle planned a funeral to have a few days later. Hinako had never gotten over this event, as if it wasn't bad enough to lose her grandparents.
Only eleven years old at the time, she was just beginning to learn about the ways of the ninja. Her mother had taught her a few things, and Hinako took her father's katana for her weapon. She promised herself she would never lose the thing her father had prized so much.
Nobody was sure where the murderers of her father were at the time. But her mother had caught a glimpse of them running out of the house that night, and she said one of them had a white handkerchief across his neck, and short black hair. Hinako had promised her family that she'd train enough to kill these people by herself if she had to.
Hinako ran her hand over the black katana-'case' hanging across her back. "I'll never lose it..." she mumbled to herself, a determined look on her face. "... not even after I destroy them..." she said, watching for someone, anyone, to talk to.
(Man, that really sucks for Hinako! Somebody had better come try to cheer her up!)